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Enter FERDINAND bearing a log |
FERDINAND enters, carrying a
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FERDINAND
There be some sports are painful, and their labor
Delight in them sets off. Some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone. And most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task
Would be as heavy to me as odious, but
The mistress which I serve quickens what’s dead
And makes my labors pleasures. Oh, she is
Ten times more gentle than her father’s crabbed,
And he’s composed of harshness. I must remove
Some thousands of these logs and pile them up,
Upon a sore injunction. My sweet mistress
Weeps when she sees me work, and says such baseness
Had never like executor. I forget,
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labors,
Most busiest when I do it.
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FERDINAND
Some games are painful, but their discomfort makes them more fun.
Some kinds of lowly activities are done for noble reasons. And you
can do poor things that lead to rich results. This hard work would
be boring and nasty to me, but I’m working for a mistress
who makes me enjoy my labor. Oh, she’s ten times nicer
than her father is mean, and he’s the height of
crabbiness. I have thousands of logs to take away and pile up, on
strict orders from him. My sweet darling cries when she sees me work
and tells me that such a wonderful man never performed such lowly
tasks before. These sweet thoughts relieve me and refresh me,
especially when I’m slaving away busily.
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Enter MIRANDA, and
PROSPERO unseen |
MIRANDA enters, followed by
PROSPERO at a distance,
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MIRANDA
Alas
now, pray you,
Work not so hard. I would the lightning had
Burnt up those logs that you are enjoined to pile!
Pray, set it down and rest you. When this burns,
'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
Is hard at study. Pray now, rest yourself.
He’s safe for these three hours.
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MIRANDA
Now, please, I beg you, don’t work so hard. I wish the
lightning had burned up all those logs that you’ve been
ordered to stack! Please put that log down and rest a while. When
this wood burns, it’ll weep for making you tired. My
father’s studying hard, so he won’t see you.
So please rest. We’re safe from my father for at least
three hours.
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